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Chapter 13 - Kellan

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I’d barely made it five steps into the common room before Maeve Holloway intercepted me like a sentry on a mission. Her braid was looped in a crown around her head, her expression already brimming with the exact kind of chaos I didn’t have the patience for today.

“Don’t say no yet,” she warned, finger raised. “Hear me out. Then you can throw yourself off the balcony.”

I arched a brow, tugging my hoodie sleeves past my knuckles. “Always inspiring confidence, Holloway.”

She launched into it anyway. “The council is throwing a Valentine’s Day Ball. Mandatory attendance unless you’ve got a death certificate, a valid portal malfunction excuse, or proof you’re already bonded and gross.”

“And let me guess, they put Hawthorne House in charge of the planning?”

“Technically, no. They tried to stick Everley with it, but Isolde Delmar’s been on a power trip since the winter massacre. She pitched a full-blown Heart & Thorn theme and bribed two of the Everley girls, Sera and Nadine, to get on board.
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    I didn’t follow him when he pulled back. I could’ve. Part of me wanted to. But I stood there, panting, vibrating with all the things we should’ve said until the cold wind whipping off the ridge cooled the burn under my skin. Kellan hadn’t rejected me. Not really. He just… he’d stopped it before we went too far. Before we crossed a line neither of us could find our way back from. Still hurt like hell. Still made me feel like a monster in borrowed skin. By the time I returned to campus, I was a wreck. I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. Closed my eyes and saw him. How his hand had trembled when it slipped under my shirt. How he’d gasped when I touched him like he mattered. How he’d looked at me when he stepped back, like I’d cracked something open inside him. And all I could think about was her. So, after breakfast, I found her. Tamsyn was in the Hawthorne lounge, lounging across the hearth like she’d crawled out of one of her own tragedies. A couple of her packmates sat at a nearby

  • Echoes of Ruin   Chapter 13 - Kellan

    I’d barely made it five steps into the common room before Maeve Holloway intercepted me like a sentry on a mission. Her braid was looped in a crown around her head, her expression already brimming with the exact kind of chaos I didn’t have the patience for today.“Don’t say no yet,” she warned, finger raised. “Hear me out. Then you can throw yourself off the balcony.”I arched a brow, tugging my hoodie sleeves past my knuckles. “Always inspiring confidence, Holloway.”She launched into it anyway. “The council is throwing a Valentine’s Day Ball. Mandatory attendance unless you’ve got a death certificate, a valid portal malfunction excuse, or proof you’re already bonded and gross.”“And let me guess, they put Hawthorne House in charge of the planning?”“Technically, no. They tried to stick Everley with it, but Isolde Delmar’s been on a power trip since the winter massacre. She pitched a full-blown Heart & Thorn theme and bribed two of the Everley girls, Sera and Nadine, to get on board.

  • Echoes of Ruin   Chapter 12 - Ronan

    The brand of a kiss, hot and indiscriminate as it traced over the barriers I’d carefully raised around myself for the last decade. Kellan’s lips were hot and greedy, and for a panic-filled instant, I heard my father’s voice, poison-tipped and low in my ear. Duty. Legacy. A Bloodpine heir is never attracted to men.Shameful.Weak.The guilt settled in my stomach like ice, a familiar coil of poison that was trying to quench the flame Kellan was lighting inside me.Except then his hands came, warm and solid under my shirt, sliding his palms over my skin, and the voice died away. All I could focus on was him. All I could want was him.He peeled my shirt away from my body. When I gasped, h

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    I could sense it before I even walked into the strategy compound.Suspicion had a smell. It was heavy, greasy, and bitter. It clung to the air just behind polite smiles and curtains and in the corners like cobwebs. And today? It filled the air. It wasn’t the usual simmering, low-level unease you got when a bunch of oversized egos were herded under one roof. This was pointed. Intentional. And I didn’t have to guess who it was pointed at.Or rather, who it was pointed at us.A first-year wolf nudged me in the hall, hard enough that I stumbled but not enough that I didn’t catch his name before he flicked a taunting smirk over his shoulder. Two more over near the west stairwell stopped talking the second I passed, eyebrows narrowing between me and the runes in the arch above the door,

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    Professor Veyra Aldane flicked her wrist, dismissing the class, but her eyes remained fixed on me. I stayed out of reflex, the subtle buzz of her command like pins and needles in my flesh. “Draxmere.” Her voice was as bland as glass. I closed the distance without a word, my arms crossed behind my back like a cadet who hadn’t met his father’s eye. She appraised me closely, intimately, and then turned, sweeping toward her desk as the stone floor resonated under her heels. “You’ve been negligent,” she began after a moment, her fangs clicking delicately. “Your translation of the Lykaion text was… perfunctory.” My jaw tightened. “It was precise.” “Scarcely,” she said, pushing the scroll across the desk toward me. “But then again, precision isn’t the issue, is it?” I remained silent. I always was with her. She always had something beneath her words, coiled and waiting to strike. You never prodded that unless you wanted to bleed. She marked a symbol on the scroll with one of her paint

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    I didn’t seek this out. Not at all.But trouble had its own radar and zeroed in on me anyway.News travels fast around Hawthorne House, and by the time I made my rounds in the early morning, it was already fermenting in the air. A glance or two too long, a muttered aside that cut off when I passed. The hint of pack unrest was almost imperceptible to my human senses—but not to my wolf. Old bloodlines, old alliances, old scores simmering under the surface in response to something none of them understood.Not that I could blame them.I didn’t understand it either.I’d barely slept the night before. Ronan’s face kept haunting me the way he had, a half-smile and eyes too

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